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No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn
Sensor me and bar your kids from the lessons I learned
And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social
they shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em
Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu
my homies do unto these snitches, before it's done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
best believe they comin for my dogs in the mornin
And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my homies mourn me? Gettin blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
Strikes, walkin close to my third, I live a trouble life
And if you dream be a part of my team
From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo' eyes on the prize, you need to watch for bustaz
Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler
Sensor me and bar your kids from the lessons I learned
And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social
they shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em
Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu
my homies do unto these snitches, before it's done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
best believe they comin for my dogs in the mornin
And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my homies mourn me? Gettin blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
Strikes, walkin close to my third, I live a trouble life
And if you dream be a part of my team
From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo' eyes on the prize, you need to watch for bustaz
Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler
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